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@@@@@(At night sometimes he cannot sleep, the thick lusting dreams, the quick ache in his chest I swear I'm gonna bust up if we don't The girl friend at last, the hormones no longer distilled into vinegar You know, Gallagher says to Mary, you're really a swell kid, II get a bang outa talkin' to ya This is a swell night, Roy(Looking off across the beach, searching the lights of Boston Harbor, which flicker like star formations in an uncertain clouded skyShe picks up a handful of sand, and pours it on her shoe, the glare from the bonfire making her hair seem goldenHer slim long face, freckled and sad, seems pleasant, almost lovely Ya want me to toast a hot dog? Let's just talk, Roy Around them, the couples with whom they have come have deserted the fire and are giggling in the shadowed hollows of the beachA girl screams in mock fright, and he strains at the noise; uncomfortable, he thinks he hears the liquid slapping sounds of love Yeah, it's been a swell night, he repeatsHe wonders if he can make love to her, and becomes suddenly shy(She ain't like that, she's the pure kind, a good religious girl He feels guilty with his desire There's lots of things I'd like to talk to you about Well, you know, we been goin' out for a coupla months, you know, what do ya think of me? He flushes at the crudeness of it, at the part of his mind that hopes for a physical issue(The giggles become louder on the beach I mean do ya like me? I think you're really swell, Roy, you know you are a gentleman, you're not fresh like all the other fellowsHe is disappointed, vaguely humiliated, and yet he generates some prideI got other things on my mind I know, you always seem to be thinking, you know, Roy, I never know what's going on in your head, and I'd like to know because I think you're different How? Well, you're shy, I don't mean shy but you're nice You should heah me talkin' to the guy